When I was 15, I was as shy as a mouse walking into a room full of cats. I couldn't even tell my best friend which boy I liked, not to mention do anything relatively daring.
At A Glance Author Sami. Contact allsuffocation@gmail.com When Two years ago Artist A friend of mine. Studio Another Friend's car. :P Location Currently, wrapped around a tree. :/ I had just begun stretching my ears, and around April of my sophomore year, I was getting terribly bored with just the plugs in my ears. I loved them, but anyone with anything pierced knows that they're just a step closer to something else. My friend Amie was doing some piercings for some other girls in our school, and I was really considering getting something pierced. Maybe my navel, or my eyebrow. At first, I didn't know what because I had to find something I could easily hide from my parents.
Now, I'm usually not one to dabble in unsafe, unclean procedures or anything; but this was my golden opportunity to be daring and brave! Well, sort of. Amie showed me her new nipple piercings, and I fell in love with them. They were so cute, I just blurted out, "Oh, please do mine!"
In retrospect, I'm glad I did that but at the same time, I didn't make silly decisions, like to let a friend pierce something of mine.
Obviously, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I asked around, asking how much it hurts, the healing time, and I even looked it up on BME. I was obsessed with the idea and I decided to actually go through with it. I went to the mall, as usual, because I didn't want my mom to be suspicious or anything. Amie said she was ready when I was, so I prepared myself and around nine o'clock, I decided I was ready.
Our friend Jon was driving us home, so we decided to pierce them before we left the mall. Being the gentleman he was, he chose not to watch; but I was scared as hell, and I made him hold my hand.
Here I am, topless in a car in the mall parking lot, about to have needles shoved through my nipples, sounds a little scarier than I thought.
Amie unwraps a needle, tells me to take a breath, and oh boy, did that HURT. I felt like I was crushing Jon's hand as she put the slightly twisted ring through. Oh, note to anyone else getting their nipples done, don't even use the curly rings; they do not help in the healing process. Ready for number two?
"Just do it before I chicken out!" I squeaked, my eyes shut tight and my grip on Jon's hand was as tight as ever. To be honest, that one hurt a lot more. Although it was done and over with. Oh, sans for the fact that I'm now bleeding all over the place. We placed gauze over them, and went back to her house, where I clutched my breasts all night. I sat shirtless for a few hours, wondering how this could hurt so much.
Fast forward to December 2005. I got bored of them. The right one was half rejecting and I couldn't deal with just having one. I took them out, and I liked it.
Though, after about a year, I missed them! I missed them a lot. I called up Amie again, asked her if she had any needles left, and asked her to do it once again. How stupid could I be? I'm 17, and in seven months, I could just as easily do this professionally. Then again, I did it anyway. It hurt a lot less this time, and the healing process was pretty quick. I got them done on December 16th, 2006.
Unfortunately, Jon (his car was the first time around) passed away in a car accident on December 17th 2006, and he never saw them for a second time. I left two sixteen gauge rings at his grave site, even though it may seem very inappropriate, that was probably one of the best memories we've had.
Anyway...
Since, the right one has rejected, AGAIN. I removed it and I will wait until it heals to get it professionally pierced. I have the left one still in, and I plan to keep it despite my feeling of unevenness. I've learned a lot with this whole ordeal, and despite how much I want other piercings, I'm determined to wait till I'm legal to do it by myself as opposed to putting myself in danger like this. Nevertheless, I'd also like to thank myself for taking that risk. It definitely helped me become a little bit more daring, and a little bit more social. It's a confidence booster to me, and it makes me feel really sexy sometimes. Which is why I got them re-pierced, and pierced to begin with.